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i love you shy reader-inserts i love you naive reader-inserts i love you soft-spoken reader-inserts i love any and all reader-inserts and you should not complain about them in the x reader tag. by doing so you are putting down someone's creative work and efforts when you could have simply moved on, or even better, written your own story
U should continue that fic of Matt keeping reader captive but like… they r into it or giving in or something i wanna make him happy cause i listen to what he wants ☺️☺️☺️ and i love messed up Matt
This reader is definitely giving in because Matt's threats aren't lacking determination.
And I get you, a happy Matt must be deliciously delulu.
Pairing: Dark Matt Murdock | Daredevil x (female) Reader
▶ Dead Dove Do Not Eat. This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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SUMMARY: Matt limits down your escape plans.
WARNINGS: Kidnap/Captivity; Threatening.
AN: Again, a short drabble.
It would mean the world to me if you guys could just take a moment to reblog and leave a comment - if you liked reading this. Feedback is very much appreciated. Enjoy 🤗
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Swallowing the thick mixture of fear that threatens to clog your throat, you glance at the metal door across the room and Matt tuts, as if he catched the movement of your eyes even though his own are not supposed to work.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” he casually says, toying with the handle of his white cane.
You don’t like how relaxed he is, leaning against the wall with that handsome grin that undoubtedly does wonders with the ladies.
“Do what?” you push back, playing dumb.
Matt’s grin grows wider and he nods towards the door. He’s closer to it than you are, but you have the gift of sight on your side. That has to give you an advantage…. right?
“I know what you’re thinking.” he confidently declares. “I can hear your heartbeat, it’s going off pretty fast. You’re scared and confused, but let’s not rush into mistakes.”
You scoff, the sound coming out less sharp than intended. “The only mistake here is what you’re doing. I’m leaving this place, I’m not… you can’t force me to stay here.”
“Think of this as your new home. It’s a nice apartment, right? Much better than your old one.” he declares, tilting his head and the dark round glasses twinkle. You press your palms against your pants, rubbing the clamminess away.
One careful step towards the door doesn’t get you anywhere closer to escaping, Matt immediately pushing away from the wall, shoulders straightening up. What the hell.
“What did we just talk about mistakes?”
“I thought you were blind?” you wonder, confused and suspicious at the same time.
Matt’s lips curl into another smile. “I am. But being blind doesn’t mean my ears don’t work. They do, quite impressively if I may add.”
He takes a step in your direction and you scramble back, away from him.
“I’m faster than you are. Stronger too. I’d say those are reasons good enough for you not to try a stealthy escape. Won’t work anyways.” the smile slowly drops and his face turns more serious, more dangerous.
“You’d just be wasting time and energy for both of us and then I’d have to punish you for acting out. Still haven’t quite figured out how I’d do that, but it might involve a few mean words and broken limbs, maybe some blood. Not sure yet.”
Your unsteady legs carry you another step back, feeling your heart in your throat. He’s blind, Matt can’t see. But you can. You have the upper hand here.
Then why the hell are you cowering away like a small child?
“Or you’d prefer if I took it up with your family? That would be some strong incentive for you, wouldn’t it?”
Your blood freezes at the suggestion, at the darkness that settles in Matt’s face.
“I bet your parents are pretty excited for their cruise holiday next month. It’d be a shame to ruin their vacations.“ Matt hums, “Or your older sister, who just had a little baby boy. Would hate for anything to happen to them.”
“Please, don’t… just leave them out of this.” you plead, desperate.
“That’s what I’m trying to do. Really, I’m trying to leave them out but that really just depends on you.” Matt shrugs his shoulders, with a small sigh. “What happens to your family is in your hands. Guess it all comes down to if you wanna do this the hard or the easy way. I prefer the easy one, to be honest, but it's your choice.”
The grin returns to Matt’s face in full-force, charming and confident like the conversation about broken limbs and killing your family never happened, like everything is fine.
Pairing: Dark Matt Murdock | Daredevil x (female) Reader
▶ Dead Dove Do Not Eat. This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
More at Masterlist
SUMMARY: If Matt could have one thing, it would be for you to quit from your job.
WARNINGS: Manipulation; Toxic Relationship.
AN: Again, a short drabble. It would mean the world to me if you guys could just take a moment to reblog and leave a comment - if you liked reading this. Feedback is very much appreciated. Please and thank you. Enjoy 🤗
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“Hey sweetheart.” Matt calls for you the moment the door closes behind you. “Here, in the kitchen.”
You hesitate for a moment before making your way to the kitchen, nearly wincing with every step you take with the ball of your feet aching from the short heels you wore all day.
Matt is right where he said he’d be, stirring the sauce cooking in the pan before going back to chopping off onions. Sometimes - well, most times - you’re jealous of how good your boyfriend is with multitasking, handling and juggling tasks with a precision and efficiency that you can only poorly mimic.
“How was your day?” Matt asks, after pressing his lips to yours in a short kiss.
“Good. Just another day at work, you know.” you mumble, pushing your face into the crook of his shoulder. “Do you need help with that?”
“No, don’t worry, I got it.” Matt replies, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Want me to pour you some wine? You sound like you need it.”
You smile against his skin and close your eyes for a moment, finding it hard to blink them open, exhaustion making your eyelids heavy.
“I’m good. Don’t wanna fall asleep before dinner.” you say before sniffing the air, the scent of oregano and garlic clinging to the kitchen space. “Can’t miss out on this food, it smells delicious, Matt.”
Matt chuckles, “I’m glad to be of service. Can’t let my girlfriend survive on take-out only, now can I?”
You let out a small laugh and close your eyes for another second. God, you’re so tired, you can barely keep them open for any longer. Work has been busy these past weeks and the load keeps on stacking up, draining both your energy and sanity.
Matt breaks off your trance when he speaks again.
“Maybe a pre-dinner nap might do you some good. You seem exhausted.”
“I’m okay.” you say, pulling away from him and fighting back a yawn.
Matt puts the knife down on the board and turns his head towards you.
“Are you? Are you really?” he questions you with a small sigh.
“I am.” you don’t hesitate, the answer slipping right through your lips. “Matt, I’m fine.”
“Yeah, you sure sound fine.”
You ignore the sarcasm in his voice, but Matt refuses to let the conversation drift away. “You’re exhausted. I can feel that. That company is working you to the bone and you let them.”
You sigh, rubbing your eyes.
“Matt… not this again.”
“It’s the truth, even if you don’t wanna face it.” he argues, “The way they keep increasing your workload and pushing you to do overtime. And for what? For a measly paycheck. How kind of them.”
“I can’t just quit.”
“Why not? It’s not like you’re doing rocket science for them, anyways. They’ll find someone else to overwork.”
You twist your fingers nervously.
“But I need that job, Matt.”
Matt raises his eyebrows. “You do?”
“Well, my portion of the bills, the rent, groceries…”
“Which I don’t mind paying for. I don’t, truly.” Matt offers and you immediately shake your head, even though your boyfriend can’t see the movement.
“Matt, no-”
“I’d prefer to take over the bills, if at least you got to rest a bit. C’mon, think about it.”
You shake your head again. “I can’t, Matt. The job market isn’t great right now and I don’t know how long it’d take for me to find something else.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that too much about it. We could make a deal. I take care of the bills and you take care of the apartment and the chores. Sounds fair to me.” Matt proposes with a shrug of his shoulders.
An incredulous chuckle escapes from you and you peer at Matt, confused whether he’s joking or not.
“Matt, that’s not… it’s not realistic.” you carefully say. Matt reaches out, hand caressing up and down your arm.
“Why not? It sounds like a good plan to me.” he argues, “I make enough money to handle all of the bills. You always liked taking care of the apartment, all the cleaning and cooking, right? Divide and conquer, sweetheart. Trust me, as a lawyer I can tell it’s a good arrangement.”
You stare at Matt and the seriousness in his face tells you this isn’t a joke. He actually means it. Your answer doesn’t change though. You can’t accept it.
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A few days later…
You’re half asleep scrolling on your phone when the email from work pings in your inbox and you lazily click on the notification.
Your eyes scan the email, reading the content before the realization sinks down. You straighten up and push yourself off from the bed, startled and in shock, re-reading the email. This can’t be, this can’t be right.
Matt comes out from the bathroom, rubbing a small towel to his damp hair. “Sweetheart? Is everything okay? Your heartbeat just-”
“Matt,” you interrupt him, voice shaky as your eyes threaten to leak. “They fired me. They just-Matt, they-”
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s alright.” Matt rushes towards you, firm arms closing up on you in a tight hug as he comforts you. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be fine, don’t worry.”
Pairing: Dark Matt Murdock | Daredevil x (female) Reader
▶ Dead Dove Do Not Eat. This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
More at Masterlist
SUMMARY: Matt limits down your escape plans.
WARNINGS: Kidnap/Captivity; Threatening.
AN: Again, a short drabble.
It would mean the world to me if you guys could just take a moment to reblog and leave a comment - if you liked reading this. Feedback is very much appreciated. Enjoy 🤗
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Swallowing the thick mixture of fear that threatens to clog your throat, you glance at the metal door across the room and Matt tuts, as if he catched the movement of your eyes even though his own are not supposed to work.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” he casually says, toying with the handle of his white cane.
You don’t like how relaxed he is, leaning against the wall with that handsome grin that undoubtedly does wonders with the ladies.
“Do what?” you push back, playing dumb.
Matt’s grin grows wider and he nods towards the door. He’s closer to it than you are, but you have the gift of sight on your side. That has to give you an advantage…. right?
“I know what you’re thinking.” he confidently declares. “I can hear your heartbeat, it’s going off pretty fast. You’re scared and confused, but let’s not rush into mistakes.”
You scoff, the sound coming out less sharp than intended. “The only mistake here is what you’re doing. I’m leaving this place, I’m not… you can’t force me to stay here.”
“Think of this as your new home. It’s a nice apartment, right? Much better than your old one.” he declares, tilting his head and the dark round glasses twinkle. You press your palms against your pants, rubbing the clamminess away.
One careful step towards the door doesn’t get you anywhere closer to escaping, Matt immediately pushing away from the wall, shoulders straightening up. What the hell.
“What did we just talk about mistakes?”
“I thought you were blind?” you wonder, confused and suspicious at the same time.
Matt’s lips curl into another smile. “I am. But being blind doesn’t mean my ears don’t work. They do, quite impressively if I may add.”
He takes a step in your direction and you scramble back, away from him.
“I’m faster than you are. Stronger too. I’d say those are reasons good enough for you not to try a stealthy escape. Won’t work anyways.” the smile slowly drops and his face turns more serious, more dangerous.
“You’d just be wasting time and energy for both of us and then I’d have to punish you for acting out. Still haven’t quite figured out how I’d do that, but it might involve a few mean words and broken limbs, maybe some blood. Not sure yet.”
Your unsteady legs carry you another step back, feeling your heart in your throat. He’s blind, Matt can’t see. But you can. You have the upper hand here.
Then why the hell are you cowering away like a small child?
“Or you’d prefer if I took it up with your family? That would be some strong incentive for you, wouldn’t it?”
Your blood freezes at the suggestion, at the darkness that settles in Matt’s face.
“I bet your parents are pretty excited for their cruise holiday next month. It’d be a shame to ruin their vacations.“ Matt hums, “Or your older sister, who just had a little baby boy. Would hate for anything to happen to them.”
“Please, don’t… just leave them out of this.” you plead, desperate.
“That’s what I’m trying to do. Really, I’m trying to leave them out but that really just depends on you.” Matt shrugs his shoulders, with a small sigh. “What happens to your family is in your hands. Guess it all comes down to if you wanna do this the hard or the easy way. I prefer the easy one, to be honest, but it's your choice.”
The grin returns to Matt’s face in full-force, charming and confident like the conversation about broken limbs and killing your family never happened, like everything is fine.
Military!Dex who has zero actual social skills in the barracks, but the second anyone asks about home he lights up like a damn Christmas tree. He’s that guy pulling out his wallet to show off picture after picture of you — you smiling at the camera, you in his old hoodie, you kissing his cheek. “She’s the best thing that ever happened to me,” he brags, voice full of rare, genuine pride. The other guys tease him for being whipped, but he doesn’t care. Talking about you is the only time he feels normal.
Military!Dex who will never, ever admit to you that he sometimes hires private eyes to keep tabs while he’s deployed. He tells himself it’s just worry. He’s halfway across the world with a rifle in his hands and nightmares in his head; he just needs to know you’re safe, that you’re waiting for him, that no one’s trying to take you away. Every report that comes back saying you’re okay lets him breathe a little easier.
Military!Dex who used to nervously twirl a challenge coin between his knuckles to keep his hands busy and his mind steady. The day he decided to propose, he replaced that coin with your engagement ring. Now when the anxiety creeps in, he spins the ring on its chain around his neck instead — a constant reminder of you, that you’re his, that he has something worth coming home to.
Military!Dex who writes you letters that are almost painfully honest at 0300 when he can’t sleep. He never sends the ones where he sounds too broken. Instead he sends the ones where he tells you he’s counting down the days, that he’s being careful behind the scope, that he’s trying to be better for you.
Military!Dex who fucks you like crazy the second he’s back on American soil. The insecurity hits hardest after long deployments — he’s convinced you could do better, but the way you look at him and the way you moan his name keeps the darkness quiet.
Military!Dex who keeps a photo of you tucked inside his helmet. During long, silent hours on overwatch, he pulls it out and traces your face with his thumb. You’re the only thing that makes the violent thoughts fade. His reason to keep his aim true and his mind intact.
my fictional yandere stalker: kidnaps me in the middle of the night after stalking me for a respectable amount of time
me: babe don't forget my laptop so I can still regularly comfort watch my downloaded low quality, blurry mp4 clip of the evil queen's "Lucky Lips" celebration dance from Company XIV's 'Snow White' burlesque show that I got off Youtube ages ago
Pairing: Dark (FBI) Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x (female) Reader
▶ Dead Dove Do Not Eat. This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
More at Masterlist
SUMMARY: Dex wants to speak to you and closed doors won’t stop him.
WARNINGS: Stalking; Implied Breaking and Entering.
AN: Short drabble. Comments and reblogs would mean a lot, especially if you enjoyed reading this! Please and thank you. Enjoy 🤗
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The door shakes as the knocks keep coming, annoyingly insistent even after a few minutes of being answered with silence.
Repressing back a sigh, you quietly tip toe closer to the door.
This is ruining your night and honestly, it’s getting a bit creepy. Not just the fact that Dex knows where you live - sure, he works in the FBI, maybe he found your address in their database even if that’s an option you’re very uncertain about - but why can’t he just take the hint and leave you alone?
Your name gets called from the hallway and a peep into the magic eye shows Dex still posted outside, one hand brushing through his short hair as he looks away, shoulders slumping.
“Please, I just wanna talk. That’s all I want.” he pleads, a slightly different version of the same line he keeps using to try to get your attention. “I know you’re in there, I saw… I mean, I can hear you.”
You freeze, trying to quiet down your breathing. Great. Now that Dex knows you’re in here, he won’t leave your door the entire night.
You don’t want to call the police, that would be a mess, but maybe if one of your neighbours comes out to complain, maybe then he’ll take the hint.
A wrinkle appears between his brows and he sniffs. He’s close enough for you to look at him and the hallway lightening doesn’t do any favors to the deep circles underneath his eyes or the way he nervously keeps tugging at the collar of the white shirt.
He looks like a nervous mess.
“Please, I… I just want to explain myself and say how sorry I am about the other night. I know I must've given you the wrong impression, but please, just hear me out.” Dex says, his breathing becoming heavy enough for you to believe he’s gonna have some sort of panic attack.
You hesitate, hand latching onto the knob by instinct but the good sense left in you refuses to let you twist it. You don’t know Dex, not really, and it’d be tremendously stupid to let an unknown man with whom you’ve been on one disastrous date inside your apartment.
“Listen, I wasn’t… “ Dex looks both ways at the corridor, before lowering his voice, “... stalking you, okay? I just… happened to notice a couple of things about you. I have a good eye and we cross each other quite a lot, y’know. That’s all.”
You squirm, not quite believing in him as his explanation sounds more like a half-baked lie than the reality.
No one notices such personal details, like he had the other night. Knowing you don’t like onions in your food, that you were wearing your favorite color, that you prefer your current job rather than your old one, that you don’t have a dog.
On the other side of the door, Dex exhales. “Can you just talk to me? Please.” he grits out.
When silence is all he receives, his jaw tightens as he calls out your name again, voice gaining an impatient edge, knuckles pounding the door.
You hold back a sigh and as silently as you can, you slowly step away from the door only to halt when a particularly furious knock shakes the door.
“If you don’t open this door, I’ll have to break it.” he snarls out the threat and you can’t help the scared yelp that escapes from you when a mean punch is delivered to the cheap wood, shaking the entire door on its frame. “Is that what you want? Uh? Then open the door and we can speak like adults.”
Your heart skips a beat before racing wildly and you gulp when your name gets repeated. This is officially getting out of hand.
“Fine. Have it your way. I’m gonna count to three and if you don’t open the door til then…” Dex leaves the threat open and you don’t waste another second, scrambling to get to your phone that you left on the couch.
“One.” Dex hisses, the door knob rattling and twisting wildly. The phone slips from your shaky hands and slips between two pillows. “Two.” a fist gets slammed on the door just as you manage to retrieve the phone.
“Last chance…” Dex warns with a hiss as you race to the bedroom, blindly trying to unlock the screen and praying for the flimsy lock of the room to hold up until the police shows up.
You barely manage to slam the door of the bedroom close, clicking the lock into place when a voice booms.
Oh, so scary! I was so glad that we didn’t unlock the door, but it might be too late anyway. I don’t think he’s leaving, especially when we don’t want to hear his excuses. And we know that law enforcement doesn’t always help, especially when it’s one of their own. We may be out of luck. Hopefully we can get him to calm down, but he didn’t seem to like being left outside for so long… yikes!
You're right, door or no door, Dex was getting to reader no matter what. In his defense, he did try to be nice... but oh well, now reader is gonna have to deal with him.
